Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Franke,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.